He looked at the clutter around him. Neglected, half-finished dreams littered the desk, table, and sections of the floor. At one point each project had held so much life and promise, but now they were on life support, or worse yet zombified corpses. He wondered what was the best approach going forward. Maybe he should just put everything away and pull out pieces when he was ready to resurrect them, but that would mean confronting his failures, and he wasn’t emotionally prepared to do that just yet. Besides, he had a brand new idea, and he knew it would work.
Francisco pulled out his putter and gave his brother the bird
Every year this golf game determines the honor of who hosted Christmas.
Under that sort of pressure, Francisco watched his brother step to the ball
Don’t you know it. Francisco sneezed just as his brother swung